The Pale Meridian
The order was three lines long. It sat on the cold metal desk in front of me, the paper thin and yellowed at the edges. It stated that my salary was suspended pending an audit of the grain shipment lost in the north sector. It stated that I was to remain at the border post. It stated that any attempt to leave the grounds would be met with force. I signed it. The ink smeared slightly under my...
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